The quaking sea

One of the most pleasant sounds reverberates from the leaves of a quaking aspen. Even on a windy, stormy day, the echo of a stand of quaking aspen is peaceful and makes one feel that there is solace in even the worst moments. This photograph was taken on my dad’s property outside of Helena, Montana at the base of the Continental Divide. Whenever I think of home, I am reminded of the sweet sounds and smells of aspen groves — an organism and place all its own.

The ancient eavesdropper


echoing the movement
of the trees,
swaying to and fro
with nowhere else to go.
Connected by a stem
that shoots off of a branch —
ah, the complexity of nature
hidden in the breeze.
If only to capture
one moment of recoiled
and filter it
through the lens,
wash away the grays
of yesterday’s dreary clouds
and replace the blacks and whites
with teal green —
a color suitable for framing,
but somehow lost amid
the quaking sea;
awakened by the thaw,
camouflaged in spring,
the envy of the fall.

poem and photo from ‘Nostalgia, Naturally’ by Tyler Pedersen, Copyright 2007

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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